GOT FUCKING TRASHED LAST NIGHT!
WILL NEVER, EVER DO THAT AGAIN!
Luckily I have no hangover, and I remember everything that happened last night. Being drunk sucks. It's basically drinking a bunch of NyQuil without ever going to sleep.
So let's see.
We went to Sarah's, for our impromptu Tap Exco party. Basically it was a "Come over and finish off my liquor" party, because Jamila and I were the only ones who showed up. I had proceeded to to have a Pespsi and Rum...then another, with less Pepsi...and another...with even less Pepsi.
We then went to Adam's for the end of finals party. I had fun...kinda. I saw the normal drunk crowd, and for a split second, it pained me to be with that crowd.
That feeling was washed away with a Cherry Martini. That was gross, but the cherry was so good, I also finished off Jamila's.
Then I had a Pepsi with this Cinamon Liqueur stuff...also with not a lot of pepsi...and that was good...kinda.
I then had a Mike's Hard Lemonade, which I liked.
I then made it back to north, where there were a bunch of people in my room.
Ethan. Note to Self. LOCK YOUR FUCKING DOOR.
I then went to the bathroom and sat by the toilet for about an hour. I wanted to be courteous and make sure I didn't make a mess anywhere, so I barfed 5 times in the toilet. Thank you Kipp and Jammy.
What pissed me off is the Security decided (after already getting my information) to come back in my room (after I had OBVIOUSLY gone to sleep and coherently answered that I was fine, told them all I had to drink, said I had a headache and wanted to go to sleep) to get a DAMN SIGNATURE! Was it really that important to wake me back up and turn on all of the lights. Geez...
So yes. Today I am going to shower. I am going to get dressed, get some food, and then go to the mall. I am going by myself. I want to simply spend one day to myself not dealing with other people. Retail therapy will make my feel better.
That will never happen again. I don't see how people can do that on a regular basis.
So I am going to have my talking-to with William Maloney IV about switching duty (because Phil forgot to show up, but I really don't care) and...yeah. I'm going to leave this place tomorrow. At this rate, fuck it, I don't even want to be an RA. It sucks how money tends to govern my actions. I'd talk about the whole charade that went down last night about THAT, but frankly I think the whole ordeal is too retarded to litter my LJ with.
Need More water.